what the world has taught me

what the world has taught me
has not been easy
Lessons of lies and betrayal
of heart ache and pain.
So i sit here, in the dark
wondering what to do next.
Afraid to move,
afraid of more pain.
of more heartbreak and lies.
Afraid of the world

we can just walk around all day

Poetry Project time!! Its been a while!! The lovely Marian from @Runaway_tweets obviously suggested the line for me. I suggested one for her too, so keep an eye out for it!

Her perfect red hair

highlighted with purple streaks,

shimmers in the sun

making my spirit glow

Her nose, decorated with a diamond

and her skin, decorated with ink

is familiar

Full of life

Full of love

She is my very best friend

My partner in crime

My soulmate

We can just walk around all day

in silence,

and know what the feeling of the moment is,

the thought of the moment.

My soulmate.

With her shimmering red hair, and decorated skin

She is beautiful

Badass

Talented

and full of love.

*update. Here is the poem she wrote with my line!! Give her some love!~

Hallow's Eve

The Boogey Monster is on the lookout
for young ones to taunt.
Cackling is heard in the distance,
reminding you of nightmares you had as a child
of Witches and Evil.
You see a Cauldron in a dark corner of your favorite park
and chills run up your spine.
This evening is frightful,
the most frightful of all.
As ghosts and goblins surround you,
you wonder 'what is real, and what is pretend?'
Your mind is tortured.
Ghoulish happenings occur under a full moon
and under that same full moon,
howling is heard in the distance.
Your senses are tingly
as you take in all the spooky.
This evening is fueled by wicked.
ah crap,
now zombies are coming!
Run!

Perfect Image of Beauty

What is the image of beauty?
In all its awesomeness

A bride wearing her perfect dress
Stunning
Glowing with love,
as she looks at her new husband.

Obvious love,
as they gaze into each others eyes.
Into each other's soul.
Seeing each other for exactly what they are.

On this day, they have joined.
Joined hands,
Joined lips,
Joined hearts.

Joined to live life as one,
promising themselves to one another.

That,
is the perfect image of beauty

Under the covers

she hides under the covers
while her kids are
getting into trouble.

Screams.
Tears.
Children complaining of hungry bellies

Tired.
This mommy.
is tired.

More tears
more screams
more children complaining of hungry bellies

She grumbles to herself
and throws back the covers
and starts a new day

Coffee.
Stat.

If the world was perfect

If the world was perfect,

we would melt into each others

curves at the end of the day

Our love would not end in hurt

and we would be together,

surrounded in bliss

If the world was perfect,

the family dynamic

wouldn't be so complicated

Our love would be easy

Judgement wouldn't be passed,

understanding would surround us

If the world was perfect

oh, if the world was perfect

But the world isn't perfect,

is it?

How do you want to feel today?

How do you want to feel today? I found this awesome blogger over at Intimate Ramblings. Check her out. Seriously. She had asked the question How do you want to feel today, and answered it with a poem. Which, I obviously loved. So here it goes!

How do you want to feel today?

I want to feel sunshine.

Sunshine and Rainbows

These stormy clouds

which follow me

Everywhere.

They are paralyzing my groove

ah my groove, how i miss you.

How I desperately miss you

How I need you back

How I need to get out of the bed in morning

Willingly

Sunshine and Rainbows.

I want to feel Sunshine and Rainbows.

Protection against your dreams.

The day has been lived

Life is a rollercoaster

Bedtime, Sweet release

Faith carried you through

Pray, protection against your dreams

Grateful if it works

Life, many trials

Where do you catch a break, Where?

Pray for dreamless sleep

Like away, my friends.

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pointy toed stilletos

The crave for renewal is strong
Your spirit needs an uplift
This crooked dark path you've been on
Is confusing
Exhausting
Spiritually draining

The cure?
Retail Therapy

You are a woman after all

What is this you've found?
Pointy Toed Stilletos
The sound of their long zipper
From your ankle to your knee
Does something to your spirit

Reminds you
That you are a sex goddess
Desirable, exciting, hot
Sex goddess

That path you're on?
Is now lit with a disco ball
And leads to fantasticness

Rock it

the tshirt i love so

The tshirt
You once bought me
And I loved so
Was once proudly in a frame
On the wall
for everyone to see

It is now
Being put in the back
Of my closet.

Where it could be lonely
But won't
Because in the back of my closet
Is where I will put our memories
Good and bad
And our love
Easy and tough

The tshirt I love so
Will be a reminder
of us
and all we had

On the wall in place
Of the tshirt I loved so
Is a new picture.

Signifying the future
And all it has in store for me

I love you
And that too, will be put
In the back of my closet

And while the tshirt I love so
is out of sight
I shall embrace the future
And once in a while
Remember the tshirt
And how much I loved it so.

the sunset erased all memory of chaos

It is about that time again. Time for a poetry duet with my poetic partner in crime, @runaway_tweets.

She let me choose the line this time as she picked the last one, 'old teacher legs'. I love writing with her and am always excited and honored when she agrees to do it again. <3
Enjoy!!

Here is hers...

fancy lawyers
first amendment rights
and bad moral character

were nothing, compared to
a twisted bicycle
rain on hot pavement
sending you careening
into a group of children

that child. that mother.

that child.

i had run away
down south
away from you and your needs
silver bells and bare shoulders
country music and truck drivers
nesting on arrival

i sought the ocean
an expanse of pure, unobstructed
shore
for healing

on the ferry, a little boy
not unlike you
demanded every attention
demanding
all eyes on the boy
all efforts for the boy
i hated that boy.

the sunset erased all memory of chaos
the adirondack chair cradled my back
the shooting stars absorbed my tears
the wine drowned the noise

for a night. for one night.

in the morning, my obligation
headed north
to care for you


And here is mine!

frustration
and confusion
disapointment
and heartbreak
you can barely catch your breath

nightmares haunt your desperately needed sleep
failure plagues you

you find yourself standing on the edge
needing an escape
so you're ready to jump

when something catches your eye

in the distance
you see it.
it is breathtaking.

in the distance
there's a sunset.
a magical brilliant sunset.

the pinks and purples and oranges swirled
together with the beautiful blue sky gives you hope

the sunset
reminds you
that all things come to an end
everything has a chance for a bright new beginning

the sunset
erased all memory of chaos.

peace.

heartbreak

Heartbreak
Broken heart
Crying in bed
Picking up the pieces
Sadness

Heartbreak
Devastated spirit
Pain deep within
Must remember to breathe
Hurting

Heartbreak
Love died
Mourning the loss
Eating chocolate, wearing sweats
Depressed

Heartbreak
Horrible feelings
Empty void within
How do I deal?
Alone

the sadness

The sadness consumes her spirit
Paralyzing her
She lays in bed
And tries to release this powerful sadness
But it's consumed her

Constantly flowing tears
Tears of sadness
Of anger
Of betrayal
Of confusion

This emotional rollercoaster
Has strapped her in
And won't let her off

So she waits.

As she cries, she waits.
For the end of this ride.
Because she knows once its done
The sadness will be just a memory

fight

You spend your days
Fighting
Crying
Craving an escape
From this heartbreak induced hell

You loved him
And he threw you away

So you fight

To get through the day
To deal with this pain
To pick up the pieces

And as you fall into bed
at the end of the day
Your exhausted spirit can finally relax

Sleep.

You survived another day
Maybe tomorrow will bring sunshine

Except sleep, brings dreams
So you spend your nights
Surrounded in nightmares

Nightmares of him
Nightmares of hurt
Nightmares of used up love

The Fighting
And the crying
And your crave for an escape

And when you wake in the morning
Your spirit relaxes
Finally, a break from the nightmares

Time to fight another day

A broken heart
Holds the hand of a broken spirit
Her companion on this journey

This journey of sadness
and of darkness

A journey filled with tears
and with anger

Anger hot enough to burn through your skin
And tears big enough to drown a puppy

The Gloom

Similar to the cloudy skies,
outside my window
My heart
feels taken over
by The Gloom.

A familiar feeling by now.

The rain
pouring consistenly from the heavens,
A cruel metaphor
for my tears.

The non stop tears,
always flowing
from my bright blue eyes

safe

Where does one feel safe?
Embraced by a warm duvet
Away from the world

Surrounded with calm
Sshhh, quietly familiar
Collecting her thoughts

The citrus air is still
Its easier here for her,
Snuggled with herself

The world has been cruel,
Hiding from chaos, needed
Remember to breathe

the knife

pour the gas

light the match

pedal to the metal

hands off the wheel

I'd do anything to forget

Forget us

Forget you

Forget this deep pain within

the pain caused by you

when you grabbed that knife,

the knife of selfishness,

and you twisted it

deep within my soul?

It changed who I was

And when you walked away from me?

while I was lying in a pool of my blood?

It changed who I thought you were

Fuck you

and i say to myself - life is good. 2nd time posted.

I wrote this a while ago. I was playing in the backyard with my kids tonight and thought of it. How fitting it is for the moment. The line was suggested by @sharmstro. You can follow her here.

Feeling broken again

Don't understand why I end up here so often

Life was finally supposed to be calm

be secure

be safe

be full of love

And now I'm seeing visions of trainwrecks

and sad soul-less beings

bloody corpses looking for their remains

And then I think of the two beautiful people

sleeping silently in their room

Dirty faces, and never ending mischief

Smiles big enough to light a coal mine

It's these two gorgeous children I live for

They save me.

When my world is dark and lonely and scary

They save me.

So I wipe my tears away

and I say to myself-life is good.

Because of them, life is good.

toxic dew

morning light shines in

awaking your every sense

something leads you outside

and you take in the morning dew

at first you feel giddy

taking in its initial beauty

the happiness and love

you feel for this morning dew

overwhelms you.

what an awesome feeling

euphoria at its best

this morning dew consumes you

and puts you under its spell

slowly you feel dizzy

you contribute it to the beauty

the astounding beauty

of this magical morning dew

before you realize whats happening

you've fallen

the fall has broken everything you're made of

your heart

your spirit

your happiness

the pain takes over

screams are coming out of your soul

without effort

and blood spills out your every pore

it is then,

when its too late,

you understand why.

the dew

that was so attractive

and so magical

and so beautiful

was toxic.

it reeled you in with its beauty

and poisoned you.

it entered your heart,

and had its way with you

and now here you are,

frozen on the ground in pain

surrounded by it

surrounded by toxic dew,

grasping for life.

Almost Alone

Scared

and almost alone

Staring at a fork in the road

There's a storm blowing in

and no sight of protection

No one to save you from harm

Windy skies are blowing debris

As the fork in the road taunts you

Both journeys, filled with difficulty

Weighing the options has left you exhausted

And being you're almost alone

There is no one to catch you as you fall

breathe

a girl

sits in the dark

and reminds herself to breathe

she has

a painful empty feeling

burning deep within her heart

these feelings

are rocking her world

overwhelming and exhausting and horrifying

so here she sits

in the dark

reminding herself to breathe.

exit plan

trusting has failed you
unforgiving and callous
exhaustion sets in

"get me outta here"
lying representation
does not blissful make

lack of trust and faith
fueled by an fearful anger
need an exit plan

Transformed

Coldness swirls around you
Images of Rainbows and Glitter
have transformed
into Bloody Corpses taunting you with their fear
Which reality will you give into?

old teacher legs

Its time for another poetry duet!! This one is also written by @runaway_tweets and myself!! You can read our first poetry duet here. She suggested the line this time, and it was a tricky one!!!

Here is the poem she wrote.

Sally


i still see her
my old teacher, legs bare
gauze skirt and clogs
a braid down her back

at the blackboard, tan arm raised
diagramming sentences
in her loopy script

i know the parts of speech
i make a fancy e
i write

when she arrived on my street
on the neighbor's motorcycle
tan arms
around his teenage chest

i closed my eyes
and turned away

and here is mine.

Rainbow

The babbling brook joins the trickling river

and the clouds float by with harmony

while wind rustles through the trees

Golden yellow dandelions

invade the lush greenery of your favorite field

while their musky scent swirls around you

The long branches of the Kentucky Coffee Tree

create dancing shadows under the hot sun

Reminding you of old teacher legs

Floating about you are thick billowy clouds

and as they release their refreshing moisture,

your favorite field is brightened with rainbows

No-Go Blogher!

When did you start blogging?
I started my poetry blog a few months ago. maybe 6?

Why did you start blogging?
I was posting my poetry on my other blog, The Antics of Miss Lizzy, and decided to start a blog dedicated to poetry. Poetry has helped me through a lot of hard times, and it is something I love to write. I had this blog for a couple months before starting my beloved #poetryproject. For those of you who are new to it, my #poetryproject is this- if you want to write a poem, you let me know, and I send you a line to write with!, and if you want me to write, you send me the line! I love sharing poetry with everyone, and seeing the feeling and emotion that comes out of a simple line. I have recently done my first poetry duet, we both wrote a poem using the same line! It was awesome to see how different the two poems were!

What is one thing you are going to do this week that is WAY cooler than going to BlogHer?
hangin with my kids, celebrating my moms bday with her, and hopefully doing some sewing.

Share a post that you think says a lot about you or is your favorite. (share the link in YOUR post so we all can see)

Hmm. I have a lot of poems that I love. I'll post a few of my favs for you. For those of you want to participate in my #poetryproject just lemme know! I'm on twitter, and facebook!

Love

http://lizzyswriting.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-2nd-time-posted.html

I wrote a Fathers Day series and this was the first one.

http://lizzyswriting.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day-pt-1.html

Somehow

http://lizzyswriting.blogspot.com/2010/06/somehow.html

The revolution is over but it was only in my head ( my first poetry project post)

http://lizzyswriting.blogspot.com/2010/05/revolution-is-over-but-it-was-only-in.html

the baby shoes that were never worn.

Suggested by my friend, (and first person to participate in my #poetryproject) @CR4CK5T4R. The first poem he wrote for me was awesome! and can be found here. I highly suggest you check it out. The poem I wrote with his first suggestion, 'The revolution is over, but it was only in my head', can be found here. ..and here we go..

The rain has slowed to a drizzle

you notice through the car window.

Your heart feels empty

as he pulls out of the parking lot.

Your body aches

with pain

with sadness

with heartache.

The drive home seems to take forever

but not long enough.

The grief makes you dizzy,

you notice as he helps you inside.

Visions of staying in your warm, dark bed,

for the rest of time

are haunting your desires.

So you walk past That Door,

and attempt the fight that has you longing to go in,

while you shiver from the coldness

that comes from the room behind it.

Tears flow down your face,

as you give in to That Door

and enter the room.

The walls are pink

and the heartache is terrible.

This room used to be a happy place.

Full of excitement and visions of love.

On the handmade shelf,

are the baby shoes that were never worn.

Your precious little angel

returned to heaven before

giving you the chance to wrap her in your arms.

Dreams are all they are now,

those visions of love,

for they will never be a reality.

Your head is throbbing with misery,

you notice as he picks you up off the floor,

and shuts That Door behind you.

The orange sky showed signs of emotional turmoil.

#poetryproject time!! This is from my friend, CR4CK5T4R. I love his poetry. LOVE IT. I get excited every time he tells me to send him a line. Enjoy!

The orange sky showed signs of emotional turmoil
A crowd of people and the blood will boil
A mushroom cloud and the fate is sealed
Is there a god and a plan revealed

A race so little, beautiful and insignificant
This species destroys to protect and becomes redundant
Well those who cry for equality of the masses
Finally accomplished with the human race ashes

The last day on earth or possibly not so
Earth still standing only humans where to go
In the name of God, Queen or Country or Home Soil
The bombs are dropped in the name of Crude Oil

So Google your existence or Facebook your demise
To be with your loved ones and Tweet your goodbyes
The extinction of humanity via SMS Text
The end of us, it's our own fault, Earth shouts, "Next."

The cherry blossoms grew with pride

My twitter girly, @runaway_tweets, and I are writing a poem with the same line! This is the first time I've shared a line with someone and I'm excited to see how it'll turn out!

Here is hers.. (which, by the way, I LOVE)

Cherry Blossoms

I drove in the dark

You and your friends

Up the escalator summit

Coming out in the bright morning sun

The day the cherry blossoms grow with pride

Pride evident everywhere

Rainbows

Throngs of happy people

Triumphant

Signs bearing witness

“I’m a lesbian too”

“I love my gay son”

And when we reached “God hates fags”

You said, kiss me

Kiss me.

And here is mine..

The sun rises on a new day

Peace is felt throughout

The beauty is astounding

and the elegance takes your breath away

You have been waiting for this moment,

for their grace,

their delicate charm,

their polished artistry.

The cherry blossoms grew with pride

Unaware of all they represented

Love

Affection

The arrival of Spring

A glorious new day has arrived.

An untouched journey begins

If any of you would like to participate in my #poetryproject, (and I would love if you did!) let me know! For those of you who are new to it, if you'd like to write a poem, I'll send you a line to write with! or you can suggest a line for me to write a poem with! Or we can share a line! You can twitter me, or facebook me, or email me at poetryproject@live.ca! Join in on the fun!

Who I am

I am a mommy

I give never ending hugs and kisses

and my clothes are constantly dirty

My sanity is gone

and my love is free

I am a poet

I find inspiration in everything

and my mind is always creating

My words are my therapy

and my thoughts are free

I am a woman

I show kindness to all

and my heart has been broken

My independence is important

and my touch is free

I am one of a pair

I feel never ending fondness for my other half

and attraction to match

I am a lover and a friend

and my passion is free

I am a living soul

I breathe imagination

and show sensitivity to all

I am beautifully spectacular

and my emotion is free

A day in poetry

As I was laying in bed this morning, I thought it'd be cool to narrate the day with poetry. Haiku's and Cinquain's and what not. I really have no idea how this is going to turn out! Enjoy! xoxo

1)

Morning

Snuggly stretches

Coffee flavored sunshine

A fresh start begins

Daylight

2)

Time for breakfast

the kiddo's are hungry

and mommy's still tired

so bring on the coffee

The kids are loud

and the coffee is hot

and the baby's face

is covered in snot

Clean up the mess

Feed the kids

Cut up bananas

find cups with lids

Dishes and laundry

are calling your name

Doing all that on your day off

seems lame

Plug in a movie

for those babies of yours

Sit at the computer

and ignore all the chores

Waste a bunch of time

twittering away

In all honesty

that happens everyday

3)

Naptime for baby

Time for mommy to relax

Find extra patience

4)

Giggles and gossip

Younger version of myself

Her love doesn't judge

Big Sis and Lil Sis, best friends

Matching tattoos say it all

5)

Dear weight I have gained since quitting smoking

I deeply hate you and wish you'd disappear

Your presence on my body angers me

6)

Long day of awaiting your return

Obvious affection in our smiles

Vibrantly attracted to you

Elated to be in your arms

7)

Bedtime

Singing Angels

Jammies and Stories

Happy enough to sing

Silence

8)

the day has been done

and love has been shared

hugs given

and laughter for all

blessings are counted

as there was a time

where not all was so swell

times were harder

and laughter spare

blissful to enjoy

better days

9)

Beer

Golden Excellence

Foam is bad

Feels good going down

Brewski

10)

Moonlight is shining

Magnificent in beauty

Goodnight my sweet world

your mom

this poetic gem was suggested by @AllieGresham. She put a lot of thought into it. (xoxo)

a young woman

looks in the mirror

and doesn't understand

how she got here

In the background

is a baby crying

and as the young mom

stares at herself

trying to figure out

what her next move is

she too, starts crying

'I miss her'

she thinks out loud

'she would be here

helping me,

instead i'm alone'

she leaves the mirror

and goes to her newborn

and whispers in her ear

"my mom is not here,

but your mom is"

Poetry Bloghop!!

When I stumbled upon this poetry bloghop, I was so freakin excited! New chance for poetry!! yay! For those of you who follow my blog, you know I love me some poetry! (and for those of you don't follow my blog, shame on you)

I hope you enjoy!
(after you're done following my blog, you can follow me on twitter @LizzyDanger)

I am from laundry soap
from milk and honey
I am from the love
that sweetens all who are around it
I am from the daisies
The beautifully cheery tulips
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.

I’m from prayer and hugs
from my mother and my grandmother
I’m from fireworks and Sunday breakfast
and from snuggles in bed.
I’m from use your manners and goodnight, I love you
and Families are Together Forever
I’m from weekend barbeque's in the park

I’m proudly from a place where hockey is a religion and from the land of Oktoberfest
Banana chocolate chip pancakes and carrot dish
From the time my sister hung off my shirt for 'fun'
and I threw her,
into the closet door, slicing her head open
to the collection of music my father took from my room
during the days before we left him

In a box, in the back of my closet
are the things I keep closely to my heart
pictures of newborns, teenage reminders, a collection of fashion inspiration
books to be read, and books that are cherished
journals from an angrier version of myself
I am from those moments
satisfying memories, and imperfect memories
have shaped my individuality
They are where I am from

Love (2nd time posted)

Today is my man's birthday!! I wrote this a few months ago but decided to repost it for the occasion!!

It's the end of the day

and we're wrapped up in each other

Everything is dark and silent

while we breath the same air

This dizzy cloud of bliss

has been longed for

All the hardships of today were worth it,

for this moment.

I'd be content to stay here forever

to ignore all other elements

of our busy hectic lives

Fascination, admiration, exhilaration,

a sense of euphoria is what you do to me

This is what I've been waiting for

what I've wanted,

what I've needed

Love

a boy and a girl.

a boy and a girl

want it to work

but don't know how

so they go their separate ways

to see what happens

life

hands them difficulties

fate

continuously unites them

increasing their confusion

of do, or don't

of stay, or run

and as time goes on

and thoughts are thought

the boy and the girl

recognize

the never ending attraction

that continuously unites them

so they make a deal

to do life

and love

together

and take one day at a time

and see what happens

and she smiled as the tears flowed

Suggested by @canyonwalker

the stars are shining

and the moon is out

the last few moments

have been used for reflection

she lays in the middle of a field

hidden by tall grass

and from the rest of civilization

wondering what the next step will be

she smiles as the tears flow

of course she'll conquer

that's what she does

Letters to a younger Lizzy

I've been reading a couple versions of "letters to myself" on the various blogs i stalk..er.. read.. and I really like them! Thought I'd give it a shot!

Letters to a younger Lizzy

Dear 6 yr old me,

I know you're scared, but it'll get better. I promise. Not for a while, but it will. So for now take care of your sisters, they'll need you to distract them. Stay strong missy

Dear 13 yr old me,

I know you feel uncomfortable at home. You only have a couple years left. She will leave him. I know you're angry with her for broken promises, but one day you will understand how scary of a situation it is for her too. Don't be too hard on her. She will leave him. It's going to get real bad for the next couple years, so when your aunt moves back home in the next couple months, hang out with her as much as you can. And your grandparents will take you in whenever you need a safe zone. Your gramma will forever have your back. Remember this, you will need this info repeatedly over the next decade.

Dear 15 yr old me,

It's time to breathe. You're going to be angry for a long while, and that's ok. You're allowed to have emotions about everything now. Be as angry as you need to be, but remember your gramma has your back. You can say anything to her, and she understands you. Same with your aunt. Talk it out, because if you don't you will lose your shit. in the worst way possible. And dude, lay off the boys. They are all bad news, and only want one thing from you. You will get hurt if you keep acting the way you are around them.

Dear 16 yr old me,

You are not alone. I know you feel you are, but you are not. Try to not be so angry with her. I realize she broke her promise to you girls of "no men, just us girls for a while" but he is a good man. A very good man. Give him a chance. He will change your life for the better and you will be grateful. And once again, lay off the dudes. and do you have to party so much? You will regret some of these choices you're making when you're older. So tone it down.

Dear 17yr old me,

He is going to hurt you. I realize there is a bigger purpose for this one to be in your life. but he is going to hurt you. So prepare yourself. You are going to learn a lot about yourself and about life, and about love (or what isn't) during your relationship with him. And you are going to end up a single mom. I know you promised yourself this would never happen to you, but it will. In the hardest way possible. So be prepared.

Dear 20yr old me,

Breathe. You feel scared, and angry, and weak, and you want to give up, except you have this beautiful baby to take care of. and even tho he cries, and eats constantly, and sucks all your energy, you know you have to do this for him. Breathe woman. You can do this. Even tho you don't feel like it right now, you are one strong bitch, and you are not going to let some lying selfish douchebag win. You are a fighter. But on the morning of your 21st bday, when you are exhausted and need some sleep, do not call him to come over, you will regret that fight for the rest of your life. Call your mother for help instead. She does care even if she acts like she doesn't. For real.

Dear 23 yr old me,

This horrible pregnancy is almost over. You are amazing. Being pregnant single mom was a bitch, and as much as you want this damn baby out of you, try to enjoy being pregnant. Because it's not going to happen again, and it will make you sad that you never enjoyed it. Once that daughter of yours is born, you are going to have her father around a bunch and life is going to get interesting. Did I not tell you a decade ago to lay off the boys? Geez woman. It will be hard, but the two of you will figure it out, and it will transform itself into a very good thing. I promise. He will understand you and let you be your crazy self, and love you for it. He will make you laugh when you feel like the world is ending. So just breathe. You will not be single mommy of two for long. It will be ok. Life gets happy soon. You deserve it. So calm the eff down and enjoy being pregnant. I'm very proud of you.

Dear 25 yr old me,

You deserve this happiness so quit being worried it's going to go away. You've fought enough and deserve some good, so calm down and enjoy this. Stop worrying. You'll get wrinkles.

xoxo,

Lizzy

i have to commit

suggested by @runaway_tweets

dress is tight

boots are zipped

drink in hand

lets find trouble

he's right there

looking your way

visions of nudity

and champagne bubbles

hot wax

and handcuffs

ripped fishnet

and more

are encouraging

your move

to him

then to the dance floor

bodies entwined

grind to the beat

'i want you

all over me'

he whispers

in your ear

hearts pounding

yet you feel free

nights over

time to go

the excitement

is overwhelming

as he pulls you

into his cab

i have to commit

to him this evening

wrapped in a midnight blue blanket

suggested by my twitter girly @canyonwalker.

nothing on tv tonight

mindless chatter

haunted by the ticking

of the clock

you want to look, but don't

he's out somewhere

and you're not with him

instead

you're wrapped in a midnight blue blanket

crying on the couch

wishing this wasn't your life

wishing you had a way out

wishing there was more liquor

wishing for anything

but this

it hurts to think

Suggested by @CAMHOAPAMM.

this situation makes me twitch

anger makes the world spin

fists are ready to go

it hurts to think

so i wont

react on impulse

act with rage

Animosity runs through my veins

and you're my victim

so run for your life

fury is my fuel

i will get you

Until you looked me in the eyes

Wrote this bad boy in high school too. It's fun going through my old stuff. Enjoy! I remember being really proud of this one when it was finished. It's very high school.

Until you looked me in the eyes

I was crying on the grass

The morning I met you

I remember the moment perfectly

Sitting the in the morning dew

I felt like I was so alone

Until you looked me in the eyes

I felt the sparks go through me

I knew you were only mine

No one else could have you

'Cuz I fell in love right then

I know you think that's impossible

Because we were only seven

The next years went quickly

You became my very best friend

Through the bad time and the good

We saw each other to the end

Something unexpected happens

When you look me in the eyes

This time you kissed me

And caught me by surprise

We pretended it didn't happen

I didn't know what to say

You thought I was mad

So you went your own way

I missed you like crazy

Cried every single night

It was then I realized

I fell in love at first sight

I didn't want to believe

You loved someone else

I couldn't handle life without you

I was so depressed

Everyday added to the pain

Finally I lost all control

You heard about it from a friend

And told me we're still one soul

I was crying on the grass

Once again, saved by you

I remember the moment perfectly

There, in the early morning dew

I feel like I'm so alone

Until you look me in the eyes

I feel the sparks go through me

I know you're only mine

No one else can have you

We fell in love right then

You know now, thats possible

That's why we kissed again

Poems are like cars

Found my book of writing from high school! Holy bananas! Here's one of em!

Poems

are like

cars,

always speeding,

leaving you behind

in the dust,

dashing ahead

of you

letting you be

free

taking you

to wonderful new

destinations

Happy Fathers Day!

Happy Fathers Day to those that deserve it!! I wanna take a minute and thank all that read my Fathers Day series on here. Those poems were hard. and liberating. and thank you! I love and appreciate my readers more than you know! xoxo!

Now onto the good stuff!

I know a man

who's existence is honorable

He mirrors patience

and love

and understanding

He is kind

and supportive

and easy to be with

He accepts you

for who you are you

your faults

your achievements

your everything

He doesn't judge

and he loves unconditionally

He has taught me how a man

should love a woman

and what real love is

He has taught me

what being a parent is

He is a great man

One of the best

His patience

and love

and understanding

transformed me

from the angry teenage girl

I was

to the woman

I now am

Gratitude is by far,

an understatement

for this man

who's existence is honorable

(you know who you are, I love you!, Liz)

Mischief at its best

This one was inspired by my crazy beautiful daughter. Bless her trouble making, love giving heart.

'I'm bored' thinks the toddler

What can I do?

Mommy is busy cleaning again

and I can feel

mischievousness setting in

Do I play with my toys?

Or should I bug my brother?

Where is the little kitty hiding?

because I really really love her

There's the fridge to get into

I can always find something in there

Oh no, my nose is running

Better wipe it on my bro's teddy bear

The guinea pigs are squeaking

so I run as fast as possible to say hi

I throw their food around the room and

If Mommy asks me about it I'll just lie

Oh snap! She found me!

I didn't hear her coming!

She asks who made the mess

I tell her 'I don't know' and laugh 'cuz I'm funny

Mommy asks me to be a good girl

so she can go back to cleaning

I say 'ok mommy' and give her a smile

Then get into her make up

oops! just broke her nail file...

Fathers Day pt 3

I hear him talking

but I don't understand

The baby kicks

making this confusing fog heavy

too heavy

The world is spinning and

I hear him talking

but I don't understand

He's leaving me

He's leaving me?

for her?

but the baby's kicking

our baby is kicking

His baby that is in my uterus

is kicking

Have the last four years meant nothing?

I thought we were in love

I gasp for air

hoping that helps the confusion

the confusion

has created a haze around me so

I can hear him talking

but I don't understand

We're having a baby

and he's moving out?

He's moving in with her?

but we've spent 4 years together!

and we're having a baby!

We're making our family!

Someone is screaming

"I hate you, I hate you"

over and over and

when I realize it's me

I give in to the pain

and collapse

the baby is still kicking

our baby is still kicking?

My baby is still kicking

so as i sob uncontrollably

I hold my 8 month pregnant belly

and somehow calm him down

so I can let the denial I've been living in

disappear

Father Day pt 2

This one is about my sons father. I figure get the hard ones out first, and then we can move on to happiness. Enjoy! xoxo

its 4 am and you're still alone

laying in bed

as far away from sleep as possible

how could he do this to you?

anxiety pulses through your veins

anger flows through your heart

and confusion paralyzes you

you love him

and you thought he loved you

but here you lie alone

carrying his child

while he's out with her

you wonder what his excuse will be this time

what dirty lie will come out his mouth

the mouth you have kissed

and loved

he belongs to you

and he's out with her

the confusion hurts your body

you hold your breathe and wait

wait for the pain to pass

you are startled by a sound

and you realize you're sobbing

again

your unborn child kicks

and your heart hurts

this isn't how it's supposed to be

you had visions of family

and joy

and love

confusion and hurt and agony

weren't any part of your plan

and here they are,

in control of you

baby moves inside your womb again

as if to give you the love you need

but how do you love right now?

how do you give your precious creation

the love he deserves

how do you survive this?

Fathers Day pt 1

In the spirit of the upcoming Fathers Day, I have decided to write poems all week about my experiences with the dads in my life. There are a few of them, so I should get a few poems out of it. Warning. It's gonna get personal. and deep.

Enjoy. xoxo

a young girl

frightened

hides in her room

and hugs her teddy bear

he's yelling again

and throwing things

and threatening

so she hides under the blankets

and closes her eyes

and sleeps til he's done

she's older now

still frightened, but now a little angry

tired of walking on eggshells

her feet are cut up and bleeding

and she wants a break

from the yelling

and the violence

and the threatening

so she sits in her closet

and closes her eyes

and cries til its done

a teenage girl

full of fear and anger

doesn't know what love is

covered in blood from the eggshells

she needs a break

from the yelling

and the violence

and the threatening

so she lies about where she is

and she ignores the war

and parties away the pain

a young woman

hates who she is

found someone just like him

to fall in love with

maybe she deserves it

all the yelling

and the violence

and the threatening

so she turns to partying

to help with the pain

and ends up pregnant

a single mom

alone, betrayed, hurt

she is confused and scared

and wants to die

she can barely take care of herself

let alone her new baby

but she holds him close to her

and promises

No yelling

No violence

No threatening

I love you and I will keep you safe.

(to be continued)

i am hot and sticky

Suggested by my sister! If you're into photography, you can check out her website here. If you're on facebook, you can like her page here. Have I pimped her out enough? yes? ok! on with poetry!!

warning- this one gets a little dirty. (i've been drinking. and let's face it, I'm female.) if you are young, you probably shouldn't be reading this. turn away young one! turn away!!

ok, now on with it!

Passion is pulsing

I need you

Touch me

Erotica intended

Need me

Humidity rising

Sensual contact

You want me

Impulse takes over

Intense pleasure

Our bodies in sync

Tell me what you want

I am hot

I am sticky

and I am yours

Control me

if I ruled the world.

This was suggested by my twitter girly @andygirl. The poem she previously wrote for my poetry project can be found here. You can follow her on twitter here. If you are on facebook, you should 'like' her page. because it's good. If you haven't figured out yet that she is the bomb, I will just tell you. She is the bomb.

if i ruled the world

being free spirited would come naturally

judgement would be non existent

and everyone would love each other

if i ruled the world

heartbreak wouldn't exist

love wouldn't be painful

and no one would lie

if i ruled the world

creativity would reign

joy would be constant

and peace would be felt daily

if i ruled the world

sadness would be unavailable

depression impossible

and loneliness void

if i ruled the world

positivity would influence all

happiness conquers

and dreams are acheived

What a good place this would be,

if i ruled the world.

love is over. move is over, life begins

Suggested by @meredithblumoff. She has had a rough few weeks. Send her some love here.

The sun shines in

on a room

full of boxes and dust

you're tired

but there is work to do

Your heart is broken

and your house is in shambles

and you want a break

from all of this

but there isn't enough time

Moving day arrives faster

with each tick of the tock

and your heart should be healing

but it feels like it's not

Before you know it,

your possessions are in boxes

in the back of the truck

Driving across the country

leaves you too much time to think

of memories, and past love,

This drive is an emotional one

Leaving the old is scary

but starting over is liberating

Before you know it you've arrived

It takes a few days

to get it all in order,

and when you catch a second to think

you realize

Love is over

Move is over

Life begins

he'd be a free man today

Suggested by @runaway_tweets! You can follow her here!

Thunder rolls outside

perhaps my pounding headache?

side affect of emotional build up I'm sure

Rain cascades down

or are those my tears?

Sadness leads to the confusion

I'm feeling

so much to be said

and no one to say it to

Lost

Alone

Guilty

ashamed of decisions

in my past

I suppose Hell has an open seat

for me

and if I'm lucky

a bucket of popcorn

he'd be a free man today

the best man I've known

would have been free today

If it weren't for my selfishness

and my fear

What a nightmare this has been

He wasn't innocent either

he was the best man I've known

admitting his sins

and taking the blame for mine.

People have suffered

and now

regret surrounds all I do

he'd be a free man today

but instead I'm alone